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Suspicion PotionDrink deep in you suspicious fears. Poisoned mind feeds accusations to a cowering mind. Confusion translates what you can't explain. These answers you bring are symptoms of things, I cant read.Suspicion Potion
"Do you hear me?"... Speaks its lies. Jealousy ice cold, and burning hot. No matter the answers the mind wont change. Shame in your eyes, green speckled lies. "Listen" Are your eyes not ashamed?
You try to ignore what your mind is betraying. Bubbling under skin..drags your hands, to smear her face. Melt that cheating skin of face. Scold the unfaithful bitc
by ~machen-sie-mich-blut
Hatred Bled DryMercury flavoured bitterness boiled inside her head. Pools of rage simmered in her twisted mind. The right to be annoyed was hers, and only hers. What buisness of his was it after all?Hatred Bled Dry
A harsh storm cloud enuglfed her room. One which swelled and grew with each new slice of anger. She tried to swallow each lethal dose without scorn. But acid anger sizzled through each movement.
Who did he think he was to tell her what to do? She'd run in from the wilderness, crashing into steel arms. Steel arms which grew to be thorns. But she was water, and everyone knew you could
by ~machen-sie-mich-blut
NeverTrustAManWithSilverEyesWhy is it that the weather is always rainy and cold when there are funerals?NeverTrustAManWithSilverEyes
I wore the appropriate black clothing, traditional attire for funerals. A long black dress and cloak. Not particulary warm, and definetly not water proof. I never understood why it was expected that everyone must wear black to a funeral. Its not a particularly flattering colour if you ask me. Unless your trying to look slim. But who would really be that fussed about they're appearance at a funeral? Funerals really are depressing enough without having the mourners looking like a pack of anorexic goths. Anyway, as I was saying. The weather of co
by ~machen-sie-mich-blut
Daddy, In my GardenDaddy, in my garden... where nothing ever grows. I crawled through the bramble. I went places no-one knows. I found a grave. I cried.Daddy, In my Garden
Daddy, in my garden... where the flowers have gone. I slept under a dead tree. I looked up at strangled branches. A noose swung in the breeze. I sighed.
Daddy, in my garden... where nobody goes. I saw a lady, old and grey. She looked at me and held a rose. She beckoned me with bony hands. I complied.
Daddy, in my garden... where you never went. I saw you lyin
by ~machen-sie-mich-blut
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